Kent Collins - First Time For Sister

Thinking about it made Billie jump up from the bed and dig under the mattress until she had her precious photos in her hand again. Then she got her hand mirror from a dresser drawer and put it on the bed beside her. After a few minutes of carefully studying the photos that showed the couple fucking, Billie put the picture down, spread her thighs and positioned the mirror so she could see her own soft vulva. Glancing from the photo to herself, she touched each part lightly until she'd found the spot on herself that seemed to match the place where the man's cock was going inside the redhead. Billie probed and poked. There was a little place where the flesh seemed bunched and sunken. It was below her clitoris and there didn't seem to be any other place quite like it. But it really wasn't a hole… just the beginnings of one.

Again she studied the photo, then looked back at the reflection of her cunt in the mirror. Billie was troubled by the seeming shallowness of her own body. Maybe the hole was just awfully small, she told herself … maybe a man had to stretch a girl when he went inside. The idea gave her the shivers. It would really have to hurt to be stretched that much bigger than she was right now. Billie considered this for a moment or two, shrugged and put the mirror up. Then she hid her pictures and dressed hurriedly. Nora just wouldn't understand if she came back and found her undressed like that, and Billie had experienced enough of her stepmother's wrath for one day. Sleeping nude at night was okay, but if the cranky old woman found her naked in the middle of the day, there'd be hell to pay.

Billie woke up the next morning feeling strangely excited and full of new energy. She jumped naked from the bed and splashed cold water from the old porcelain basin onto her face. A few droplets fell onto her breasts and when she wiped them off with a towel, she realized that her tits were sore to the touch. Just walking across the room made enough friction between her legs to feel awfully good. Even something so ordinary as dressing made her sigh: the way her dress felt going over her shoulders and nipples and back, the way her panties snugged up against her hot mound and clasped her trim little cheeks in tight nylon. Even the way the elastic band cut into the flesh of her hips gave her a rush.

"This is something!" she whispered to her image in the mirror, "really something."

Then Billie-Ann remembered that it was a special morning. It was her birthday and she was fourteen! Hurrying, Billie brushed her hair down and finished dressing. Nora had breakfast ready when she came bouncing into the kitchen and when she sat down she found an envelope beside her plate. Inside was a soiled and crumpled one-dollar bill.

"Thanks, Nora," Billie said, a little surprised that her stepmother had even remembered the date.

Nora shot her a sharp glance that had just the trace of a smile in it.

"In my day we didn't get nothin' for a fourteenth birthday, but nowadays kids expect so much."

Billie didn't think that a dollar was really much at all, but she stuck it in the single pocket on the front of her smock-like dress and started eating. It would have been nicer, she thought, if Nora had kissed her instead. But lots of her birthdays had passed without anyone remembering whether she was alive or dead.

Without being asked to, Billie gathered the eggs and slopped the hogs.

She was hoping that if she worked hard enough that morning, Nora might stay off her back for a while… or at least long enough for Billie to wander alone in the woods. She was starting to grow up and she wanted to be alone and think about so many things that had to be thought about.

While she was feeding the chickens, Nora came up and stood behind her, watching. "We might make something of this place," her stepmother said,

"if you keep putting your heart in it like that."

"I've already told Miz Crumpers that we can use her son Lonnie for a few weeks." Nora nodded toward the overgrown garden patch behind the chicken coop. "I'm gonna have him clean up them weeds and put in some vegetables. It still ain't too late to have enough for canning."

Billie knew Lonnie Crumpers from the time when she'd gone in to town to school. He was ten or eleven by now and not a bad kid that she could remember. "But the Crumpers live ten miles away," she said. "How will Lonnie get home at night?"

"He'll be staying here during the week," her stepmother told her. "I promised Miz Crumpers his room and board and a dollar a day. We can make him a pallet on the floor in your room."

"Aw, but Nora," Billie protested, "I don't have enough room as it is and…"

"Just hush now. He'll be staying in there on a pallet and that's all there is to it. I won't have him in my room waking me up all night."

She picked up a pail and rattled it as if to end the argument.

Billie finished the rest of the chores in sullen silence, and when Nora had stretched out on the couch in the front room for her midday nap, she skipped down the front steps and crossed the road into the cool blue shadows of the woods. For the first time in months, Billie-Ann felt really lonely. She never thought much about not having any real friends her own age, but turning fourteen was kind of special and with no one to share it with… sad. What made it even worse was Nora moving Lonnie Crumpers right into her very own room. Billie bit her lower lip and kicked at a mushroom. The domed white cap split into a dozen fragments and scattered over the crushed leaves and twigs ahead of her.

Billie walked in no particular direction and she was only partially aware that her footsteps were taking her in a roundabout way toward Basset's Pond. Then, when she was near enough to make out the shimmering reflection of the water, she realized at once she'd come that way on purpose… hoping to find Hanson there again. The shock of comprehending this made her skin jump, and she stopped. What business did a white girl have alone in the woods with a colored boy? And Hanson was much older than she was.

The quiet rustle of leaves filled the air above her. Billie scanned the banks of the pond and saw no one. In spite of her shame for coming down to that spot, she felt a little twinge of disappointment, and the loneliness she'd been fighting filled her again.

"Kinda hot today, ain't it?" said someone behind her.

Billie whirled so fast that her long hair flung halfway across her face. It was Hanson, sitting with his back against a tree. A thicket had kept her from seeing him when she'd walked by. Beside him was a stack of paperback books… one was open in his lap.

"I… I…" Billie stopped trying to speak and gulped instead. Her mouth was dry and those peculiar little flutters were in the top of her belly again.

Hanson smiled at her as if he'd guessed what was happening. Then he waved a hand at the books beside him. "See here what I brought ya?"

Billie knelt down beside him and looked at each book in the stack.

There were a couple of mysteries and a science fiction or two and something real thick that looked like a novel about a man with a lot of women. It was enough reading to last her quite a while and the nicest birthday present she'd gotten all day… the nicest birthday present she'd gotten ever. Except maybe when her dad had bought her the sandals.

"Thanks," Billie said. "They all look real good. I cain't wait to start one."

"You really do like to read, don't you?" Hanson asked, studying her.

Billie dropped her lashes and smiled. "It's… all I have to do, I guess." For an uncomfortable moment or two both of them were silent.

Billie knew that she should probably take the books and go, but she couldn't bring herself to. She wanted to stay. She couldn't stand for that lonely feeling to come back again to haunt her… not on her birthday. Maybe a few minutes longer would be all right. "I'm fourteen today!" she said brightly, trying to make conversation.